I love what I do. . . When I'm in there I don't want to be nowhere else in the world. . . I love this game more than anything.
Some people are molded by their admirations, others by their hostilities.
When you love someone all your saved up wishes start coming out.
somehow at parties at which one stays standing up one seems to require to be more concentratedly intelligent than one does at those at which one can sit down.
We are minor in everything but our passions.
we can surmount the anger we feel. To find oneself like a young tree inside a tomb is to discover the power to crack the tomb and grow up to any height.
Spoilt pleasure is a sad, unseemly thing; you can only bury it.
. . . if gold rust, what then will iron do? For if a priest be foul in whom we trust No wonder that a common man should rust. . . .
I readan article by a highly educated man wherein he told with what conscientious pains he had brought up all his children tobe skeptical of everything, never to believe anything in life or religion or their own feelings without submitting it to many rational doubts, to have a persistent, thoroughly skeptical, doubting attitude toward everything. . . . I think he might as well have taken them out in the backyard and killed them with an ax.
Fear is the deep motive of abstract art - fear of a repellent civilization which is dominated by the power of things. . . . who can be surprised if, more sensitive than the others, the artist is terrified by the power things have acquired over us?
When a thing bores you, do not do it.